Chapter Thirty Two: Tears.
She was crying. Tears rolling down her beautiful face, down onto the cold hard floor. The world was falling apart, or maybe it was just her. Her aunt wasn't home, she was alone. She was always alone with her own sad and dangerous thoughts. They were gone and weren't coming back to her. And for the first time she felt like she was wearing her heart on her sleeve, but it was falling, and falling, and falling 'till it couldn't fall anymore.
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Short Story❝Grief and sorrow will always be near you, but it must not destroy you.❞ In which a broken girl and a broken boy were lost in a world full of agony. *** [completed] #86 in short story ; Broken Hills. copyright © 2016. all rights reserved.
